Taehyung

Shin Hayun. The name was familiar to almost every resident of this small town in the suburbs of Seoul. Hayun looked like a real doll. She had light peach hair, bright blue eyes, a petite frame, and a petite figure. She also always wore pastel colors, mostly blue or white. She was the sun that illuminated the city when people lost faith. However, there were those who believed that all this positivity and boundless kindness hid hypocrisy, that all her words were mere manipulation. Taehyung was among these people. No, he never insulted her directly; he treated her with cold suspicion, even though they didn't know each other personally. In such a small town, everyone knew each other by sight. Taehyung himself was a head and a half taller, stronger, with large eyes that sometimes noticeably dimmed.

After school and in the evenings, Hayun would go to the neighboring street to feed the stray cats. The furry cuties grew accustomed to her and always snuggled into her warm, caring hands.
I could sit there for two or three hours, just petting and playing with the kittens.

One such evening, she was walking along a memorized route, just ten minutes from home. But as she approached the right place, instead of meowing little bundles in a lonely box, she noticed an unknown guy hovering over that very box and smiling.